Thomas Fletcher (fletch31526) wrote,
Thomas Fletcher
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  • Mood: bored
  • Music: Jenny Says / Cowboy Mouth

It smells good, but tastes awful...

Yesterday, one of the civilians in the administration section brought her kid to work. I love kids -- probably more than most of guys I work with in the fire department. However, I usually frown on folks bringing their rugrats in for the day. The building I work with houses a police station, a fire station and a courthouse. I guess I just don't see it as the best substitute for day care. But I digress...

The kid (about 5 years old) had an entire tub of Play-Doh and assorted Play-Doh accessories. When I walked by and saw the cornucopia of Play-Doh fun spread about before him... Well, I just had to sit down and play, too. So, for about 30 minutes yesterday, the City of Lakeland paid me to play with Play-Doh. I love my job. Yes, I do.

(Of course, I made up for that time when we got called out late last night.)
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  • 5-1 | Gaps

    Our spare room is a little bit of everything. it's an office with a desk & computer. It's a guest room with a full-size bed.…

  • 8-1 | Conscience

    "There is no witness so dreadful, no accuser so terrible as the conscience that dwells in the heart of every man." -- Polybius

  • 7-1 | Alcohol + Lyrics = Momentary Lapse of Contentment

    You've got your ball, you've got your chain tied to me tight, tie me up again Whose got their claws in you my friend Into your heart…